Thursday, January 17, 2008

Coming Home

I don't know what to say other than, this is not a bad thing. It was time. It needed to happen.

Coming Home
I was coming home but found
a house not my own
familiar people, places, things
but not where I belong
not my room,
not my kitchen,
not my church,
not my town
home had moved
though all else stayed
I came home and found
just another place
beloved, fondly remembered
but just another place
so I'm still
coming home...

written 1/15/08

1 comment:

Sophia said...

Happens to all of us eventually, and it will happen again (maybe to a lesser degree) in other places and at other times. It's healthy, normal... In my own experience I only wish that it could be little easier or maybe a little more predictable.